“Me neither.”
He kissed my shoulder before he started to move, and then I felt his dick sliding in and out of me. The wet, slapping sound ensued, mixing with our heavy breathing. Harder. Faster.
“Damn, this hole was made to take a dick,” Jordan muttered, gripping my hips while pounding into me.
I was inclined to agree.
When our eyes met in the mirror, they never parted. I was vaguely aware of the fact that we were both still dressed, with only our cocks out. The mirror was getting steamier as Jordan’s movements became more urgent, his rhythm increasing. Our moans got louder, but my eyes never left that amber gaze or the golden fires burning in it.
When Jordan’s dick grazed my prostate, I came with a shout. My dick exploded, shooting cum all over the mirror. I watched the milky white spurts hitting the hard surface when Jordan slammed deep inside me and stilled. His cry echoed as I keptstroking my dick, watching the annihilated look on his face while he unloaded inside me. When he was done, his forehead fell on my back as he tried to get his bearings back.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You killed me.”
I smiled, although my legs felt like noodles. “Can we take this to the bedroom while I can still walk?”
Jordan kissed my shoulder before slowly pulling out of me, making me hiss. When he took a butt plug out of its container, I cocked my eyebrow in the unspoken,What the fuck?
“I don’t want my cum dripping out of you,” Jordan whispered, pushing the thingie into my hole. “Milo would probably eat it.”
“Gross,” I said, cringing. “Speaking of Milo, please let him out of the pantry before he finds the strawberry jam that I made last week. The lid on the jar won’t stop him from eating it. Also, close the bedroom door behind you. I don’t want him witnessing our fuckfest.”
“Fuckfest?” Jordan said, wide-eyed. “You promise?”
“If you hurry.”
We left the bathroom naked, leaving the mess and the scattered clothes behind us. Our hard dicks bounced as we walked, Jordan heading toward the pantry, and me to the bedroom. After I settled onto the bed, I took the lube out of the nightstand drawer and waited. I heard barking before Jordan joined me in the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Five minutes later, I was sprawled on the bed, and Jordan was riding me.
Now, I have been ridden by women before, but those two experiences couldn’t compare. The sight of Jordan seated on my dick made my toes curl. The sight of a long, hard cock pointed at my face made my mouth water. Jordan’s expression was pure heaven, which meant he enjoyed this as much as I did.
“You’re riding me so good, baby,” I praised him, caressing his thighs in encouragement. “Your hole feels amazing.”
“Yes-s-e—-se-es…” Jordan’s hiss was broken into syllables. “Hee-rr-e-re-e…”
“Here?” I repeated, fucking into him and groaning when the butt plug inside me shifted.
“I’m coming,” Jordan whimpered, sounding undone. “God…”
“I’m coming, too,” I gasped. “This is… aw, fuck!”
Thank God that Jordan came untouched, because I could do nothing but fill him up. He was still whining and spurting cum all over me when I left the last of my spunk inside him. When we were both done, he collapsed on top of me, breathless and spent, while I shook my head in disbelief.
So, yeah, it turned into a fuckfest, as I predicted.
And, yeah, we woke the bloody dog.
Jordan
“Can we now talk?”
Adam dropped a kiss on my damp forehead before replying. “Yes.”
We were naked, sweaty, exhausted, and with cum running out of our asses, but I still felt the need to talk. No, to talk it out. Hopefully.
“I would like to start by saying that—”
“It’s okay,” Adam cut in. “I forgive you. We can move on.”
I raised my head and looked at him, blinking. His blue eyes met me readily, bright like the sky after a nasty rain.
